BROKEN ATTITUDE

Against joy and pain-I have known for a long time-I am stripped and defenseless! As a child, the teachers knelt on peas when the others whistled Moor jokes in my ears. When I fell in love for the first time, and then more and more Jing and Yang, Alpha and Omega Angels, sinful Saints came before me, and it would have been so good to seek out and know the secret of beating hearts in place of the stripped-down instinctive longing!

There were times when evil-ruthless wands were thrown over my head, and while out there in the grotesque-absurd world, minute-men, thirsty for new fame, appeared one after another – the thought of silent heralds, prophets desiring to bear witness, was lost.

Like a sharp scalpel-blade on a stone, I had the opportunity to ingloriously fall on the filth altars of sky-shattering finales every day for five minutes, cheap men. The performance, the culture that is about to be renewed, is dying!

They put the artists to sleep in vain attempts, while others get their eyes out with crouched alms. Where have all those innovative freethinkers gone who, in the name of universal empathy and tolerance, were able to sweeten the polymath intelligentsia, the lone wolf poet-Giants?!

Face-to-face, what Petty, lowly Underworld games are being played among a literary man of spent fame, while the real Hamlet and Harlequin characters are effortlessly forgotten, swept under the rug, only to be rediscovered five hundred or even a thousand years later.

Those who have transcended this or that level of their own age might consider homesick migration towards possibilities!